Chapter 4: The Penthouse, Part 2

After their long night and early morning tryst, Jonathan and Brie slept half the morning away. At some point, they were awakened by the doorbell. Jonathan arose, confused, disoriented, forgetting for a moment where he was and who he was with. Brie, however, jumped up, she was beaming and her body glowed. Of course, part of that glow was from Jonathan’s cum and her own juices that flowed freely all night and morning. Brie, the new Brie, with cum still in her hair and her body wreaking of sex, walked out naked to answer the door. Her friends gasped, laughed, and congratulated her, thinking merely she had fulfilled the pact. For her though, it was something more. She went back to their apartment, showered, and then said goodbye to her friends who were all heading to the airport with flights around the same time to their various homes. She and Lynn, who lived in the same city, had a later flight. Only, after some phone calls and online work, Brie changed her plans, deciding to stay in New York for another two nights.

After Lynn left, knowing that Brie was going to be okay, she went back to Jonathan’s to collect her clothing from the night before. She shared her plans and told him that she had booked herself into a nearby hotel. He insisted that she stay with him, to make up for the canceled reservation. She knew she needed some time alone with her thoughts, but knew that Jonathan was also perhaps the perfect companion to push her and challenge her rather than wallowing in the self-doubt that was now whirling around her mind. She accepted his invitation and for the next two days, the two of them barely went out, ordering food, cooking at home, and fucking the day away. Brie had never ever been so “irresponsible,” so wasteful of her time. Nor had she ever had so much amazing sex, nor felt so comfortable doing what she wanted to do.

For his part, Jonathan knew she just needed some guidance, pushing her to tear down the façade she had constructed for herself over the years. It pleased him to help her see herself and, when it came right down to it, the sex was fucking incredible, even more intense than with Shelly. The difference was that Brie was fraught with emotions, she was raw, she cried a few times, but it made her lose herself in the sex more than most. At this point in time, Brie was exactly what Jonathan needed too. There were emotions, but not between them, it wasn’t about the two of them, but rather each finding their own way moving forward when life offered them new opportunities. He felt compelled to help her, to mentor her, to just hold her, and yes, to fuck her. Without her knowing it, Brie was also his bridge from his previous life of marriage, work, and home, to something new. And, like her, he had absolutely no idea what lay ahead and that excited him. Of course, his future was one of security given the large inheritance he had just received, while for Brie there was a lot of insecurity in the unknown. Jonathan felt for her and her raw emotions turned him on. Being with Brie somehow provided him the opportunity to connect with another human being, to momentarily share their disparate journeys, and to reconnect with his own life.

Soon it was time for her to return home and face her demons. Jonathan arranged a limo to take her to the airport, which impressed her to no end, not because it was a limo but at his kindness towards her. They kissed and she was off. Brie knew Jonathan wasn’t her future, but she valued what he offered her, without any complications or expectations. Jonathan also knew that as much as he enjoyed being with her, the her that was slowly emerging behind the façade, what they shared was that moment. Perhaps their paths would cross again, he certainly would welcome the opportunity, but not an ongoing thing. Neither of them had to pretend what they shared was anything more than what it was.

Jonathan needed to slow down a bit! The last few days with Brie and the night before with Lynn, Isabelle, and Kelly, were out of this world. This was not the path he was expecting to be following with his inheritance, but who was he to complain?

He spent the rest of the day quietly enjoying himself either walking around the city, relaxing in the penthouse, or soaking in the hot tube. Fortunately, whoever was now renting the other penthouse out did not use the terrace.

When he came down to his flat, he decided to check out the telescope. It had a computer to track the movements of planets and stars but also seemed to have memory keys, allowing it to return to the same position over and over again. He couldn’t help but wonder what Uncle Chas had locked onto. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

The first position zoomed in on an apartment not too far away. Not surprisingly, it seemed to be a gay couple who were enjoying watching something on TV. The second position was an empty apartment, from what he could tell, a single guy, or maybe a couple, who was into working out. No doubt some hunk of a guy Chas liked to check out. The third was the apartment of a beautiful woman. It took him a while till she came into view behind her curtains, but she seemed statuesque, probably fake tits, or at least the bra she was wearing held them up high and made them pointy. He wasn’t sure about Chas’s interest in her, unless, he started to guess, she was transsexual. A definite possibility. The fourth position took him to a couple, a very chic-looking couple, mid- to late-40s, very good-looking, and obviously quite wealthy given the size of their apartment and the artwork they had on display. Knowing Chas, he was more interested in looking at the artwork than the couple, but who knows?

She was Black, her features indicating that she might be Somalian or Ethiopian. She reminded him of the model Iman, David Bowies’ widow. Her partner was white, with his hair in a bun and a well-trimmed beard. She had straightened black hair down to her shoulders, smallish breasts, but a very curvy ass. He watched them for a while and sure enough when they retired to the bedroom, they didn’t bother to close the shades. She stripped in front of the window providing him a full view of her smooth, glowing skin, shaven pussy, and her small, but very firm-looking breasts. When the man entered the bedroom from the bathroom naked, she slid behind him as he stood right in front of the window staring out. She rubbed her hands over his torso and then started playing with his cock. From behind, her breasts pressed into his back, she gave him a hand job until he shot his load, some of it hitting the glass, most of it ending up on the floor. They then closed the shades and turned off the lights. The show was over for all who were watching, as he was sure he wasn’t the only one. He then guided the telescope around, checking out different apartments, but didn’t see anything particularly enticing.

The next day when Jonathan went down to grab some lunch at a restaurant down in Little Italy that he just heard about, the doorman gave him a note. It was curious, but perhaps, he guessed, it was from the HOA or one of the neighbors who learned of Chas’s passing. The note was given to the morning doorman, who was a temporary replacement, so didn’t know who it was for until the regular doorman came on duty and realized the note was for Chas, despite his being dead. He thus decided to give it to Jonathan.

Jonathan opened the note and read,

Chas, so glad to see you are back in the city, we’ve missed you. We tried calling but the number said it was unreachable. Shall we do drinks this evening? Your place or ours? Give us a ring later.

Love,

A & S

The note included a phone number, in case Chas had lost it.

After lunch, Jonathan decided to call the number. A woman with a thick accent answered.

“I got your note, I’m Chas’s nephew, Jonathan.”

“Oh, my god. This is so embarrassing. We ... well, I’m sure you can guess, we thought it was Chas last night.”

“Well, I am the one who should apologize for intruding into your privacy. I was just curious about what Chas had left and what inspired him.”

“What do you mean, left?”

“Were you all close friends?”

“You are using the past tense again. What happened? Where is Chas?”

“I am sorry to tell you like this, but he was killed in a car accident a few weeks ago in France.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe this. I can’t believe he is no more. I was telling Seth just the other day that it had been too long since we met with Chas. I can’t ... Oh, I need to sit down.”

“I’m so sorry to tell you this sad news on the telephone like this. It was very tragic and unexpected.”

“I’m just so shocked. Seth will be so upset. I know you have perhaps moved on, but do you mind if we come over this evening when Seth returns from work?”

“Absolutely. I would love to meet the people who made up Chas’s world. It had been a few years since I had seen him myself.”

That evening Ashanti and Seth came over and they all enjoyed a bottle of wine on the terrace, recounting stories of Chas. It was clear that they and Jonathan were from different worlds. Seth owned an art gallery and Ashanti was a fashion model, even at her age she continued to work. There was something a little off-putting in their behavior, Seth was the silent brooding type it seemed and Ashanti was all “how divine,” “so ethereal,” “in our previous lives,” and on and on with a lot of, what Jonathan considered, new age spiritual nonsense. She was beautiful though, and he did gain a sense that behind the façade of elite leisurely pursuits was a genuine woman who cared about others. What really got Jonathan was their self-identification, several times over the night, of being pansexual. He was half tempted to ask them what that actually meant besides just being bisexual nymphos. But he decided it best not to.

“You just must come to our party tomorrow night. It will be a special night. Chas loved our parties,” Ashanti said as she rubbed his arm, pressing her breasts against him. If it included more flirting with Ashanti and the possibility of bedding her, Jonathan was in; though he wasn’t so sure about making Seth part of the mix, he just didn’t swing that way. Either way, he figured it was going to be an experience.

When he arrived at their place the next night he was pleasantly surprised to be welcomed by a very attractive, half-naked young woman who welcomed him in and offered him a drink. Looking around the apartment, he guessed there were at least twenty or so guests and about six servers, all of whom were topless, three women and three guys. All six wore just tight wraps around their waists, the guys’ cocks clearly visible under the sheer white material, and, depending on the light, so too were the women’s shaven pussies. They were all around 20 to 25 years old. As for the guests, they were a mélange of ages and ethnicities. There were a number of other Blacks, a few Indians, what he assumed to be an Arab woman, and a couple of East Asians, Jonathan, in his ignorance, being unsure if they were Chinese, Japanese, or Korean. All of them were attractive, even the older couples—fit, well-proportioned, and highly fashionable. Fortunately, he decided to do some clothes shopping earlier in the day and while his fashion sense still leaned towards California casual, he fit in a little more than he would have the day before.